She was a material girl. She told him she wanted a bunto kazmi lehnga for the wedding, her own house when they got married, gorgeous diamond and emerald earrings, and a very expensive honeymoon in Mykonos.

Everytime she would say such things, his heart would sink a little. He looks at the 1000 rupees in his wallet that are supposed to last him the next 3 days. He lets out a sigh.

She looks at him and smiles.

"How about a deal?" she says.

He raises an eyebrow.

"How about you buy me chaat and a chocolate sundae and I waive off the house, and earrings and umm.. settle for cheaper versions of the lehnga and the honeymoon?"

He leans over and kisses her intently. She places his arm around her waist and rests her head on his shoulder.

"Acha, how about Thailand?" she says.

He laughs and squeezes her arm. "Thailand, it is!"